The video below is of Evan and I cutting the cake at our baby shower to find out the gender of our babies. So glad we have this on video, it was such an amazing experience!
Enjoy!
As all of you parents know, coming up with dinner ideas to keep the fam excited, is hard to do. it is even harder if you have someone who has food restrictions, or, like me, is just trying to eat healthier. Almost every day, Evan says "what's for dinner?" and 1 of two things happen. I irritably reply "I don't know Evan, why don't you help me think of something?" Or, I say "I'm not sure, baby, let me find something that looks good." and then this leads into a 2 hour sort through Pinterest - the black hole of all websites, followed by a 3 store grocery shopping extravaganza to find all the right ingredients. The question came up the other night, and as I was milling about my "food fantasies" pin board, I found a Shepherds Pie that looked like a big warm hug. Big warm hugs of food are what make me pack on weight like a bear heading into hibernation, so I thought I'd try a lighter version. The good news is - it was AMA...
** Warning, this is going to be a long post, so shut off the TV, get out your reading glasses and a cup of tea. I think I've been having tiny little panic attacks. That might be catastrophising things, but sometimes it's just hard to breathe for a few minutes. Stress is high these days. I'm pretty sure it's the kind of stress I am putting on myself, which I know because I think un-normal things like "Sleep is so annoying, I don't know why I have to waste time sleeping." and "I should write a book". I mean, comeon. How's the diet going you ask? Don't even get me started, we had donuts for breakfast. I've actually realized that I need to be appreciated, and until the babies came, I was regularly appreciated at work or at school because I am an overachiever and would go above and beyond to gain kudos. Now I am appreciated in a completely different way by Evan, the babies and both of our families. It feels different though. ...
For all of you parents out there, you know the dream. Going away for a few days to a luxury resort and leaving the kids at home. Well, I don't want to brag, but I am Living. That. Dream. Right. NOW! I never get to travel for work, but for three days this week, my company has flown the whole team here to San Diego and are putting us up (yes even the locals) in a fancy resort for some conferences. When we were told about this mandatory staycation, I was so angry and irritated. I did not want to leave Evan alone with the twins for 3 days. Not because he is anything short of amazing with them, but let's be honest, I have control issues, and worry that Evan has not perfected the art of chaos as well as I have. I thought that they would lay in their cribs at night and talk about how they were going to overthrow daddy while mommy was gone. A piece of me worried that the babies would think that I abandoned them, and I really lo...
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